Ok, I want to talk about two things today. I notice as I walk more and more around the grand old town of Boston that all those bike messengers are punks, even the girls. I envy them. I would love to whiz around on a bike all day delivering important or not important letters/packages to people. It looks to be fantastic. I would love a job like that. I would like a job. Well, a cool one anyway. I want to work in a Record Store. Yes, that is so Warrenesque...yes, from Empire Records. That is my favorite movie. Well, I like Fight Club too. Nothing can beat that movie. The plot is amazing. The scenes, the writing, the actors. Hell, I don't even like Brad Pitt, but he was so great in that movie.

My new favorite actress is Thora Birch. She is so beautiful. You should watch Ghost World if you havnen't. It's a great flick.

Somebody desk sitting in the LB was playing Smashing Pumpkins. They are amazing and I walked around singing Bullet so I could hear the next song. I even went up to them and said something. The guy was a huge loser and I think he sort of made fun of me. Oh well, I was so happy that he played them.

This song rules. It is off Pisces Iscariot. For all the people who have always wanted to know the lyrics to Spaced.

Dad Dad Dad
Dead Dead Dead Dead Dead
Was I ever alive?
Fucking makes you alive in one minute
Solstice
I am solstice filled with mercury
Filled with mercury
Liquid fucked
See right through your heart
See right through your heart
Fuck your heart
I am mercury liquid pure
Hot, alive, dead, mucked fish eyes, doors
I was born alive
I'll fucking kill you
I'll beat your soft baby head with my own hand
Careful with that baby
Don't ever say the h word around him
Ashamed
I am ashamed of my name, say it
I hate the sound of your shit because it means no good
It means cheap, liar, smart ass piece of shit
Change it to raygun you fuck
Billy the loon
Billy the loon
I am Mars
I am Mars
Billy addly addly addly...
Your name causes shit
While I may be no expert on this reality there is no god but shame
God is hurt, God is cold
Try that once, God is dead
There is not another one
Battle
Cold heart radio
Feedback
The pain
Reoccuring messages of badness
Reoccuring living bad dreams at the vortex of lost souls
Wailing lost souls of shame
We are in one hole
Like a cup of mercury phosphate
Brrrrr
Suddering around
Taste my shit you wench
Lifting wailing lost souls who stand a chance
Hot, my eyes darkly gaze and wonder - do not enter
Why Why Why?
I was born whole
Fractured divided shattered into a billion fragments
A million piece puzzle
A million piece jigsaw puzzle with no this, and no that...

There are so awesome lines in that. I miss my dog. 
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